Hubert,
I like your thought, "I plan to have my ashes dumped in a compost bin somewhere for use in a vegetable garden, a simple epitaph, "eat me" scrawled in magic marker on a used seed packet would have enormous Karmic value.",
but in follow you lead, I'd rather end up as a flowering rasberry bud, get sucked on by a green hummingbird, ripen into a luscious red rasberry, get eaten by a SEXI little barn sparrow, shit out into the pasture, stumped on by juicy cow feet, washed away into a stream by a heavy summer shower, get washed up onto a warm, moist, richly soiled sediment, and start all over again. By that time there surely won't be any SEXI money left, but I'll never know. At my age, the risk is worth the possible reward.
Terry |
